A Minor Roasting
I hope you are very well.
What a spiffing time we had last evening, myself and the other fellows. After prep we lit a roaring fire on which we toasted muffins and marshmallows.
Chadders said that Parkinson minor hadn't put a decent enough shine on his boots so he gave him a damn good thrashing, which was an absolute hoot.
Then we roasted him in front of the fire till he squealed like a pig. Mrs T came in when she heard him choking and asked us to let him go as his trousers had started smoking.
Old Tuppy's mater had sent him a hamper from Fortnums so we rounded off the evening with a midnight feast in the dorm. Just like in your day Pa.
How are things now at the bank Father? It was unfortunate that you were unable to take any time off over Christmas and New Year. Will you be coming up to Sprockins for Oddsprockins Day? It would be delightful to see you and Mumsy together.
Well, bye for now Father.
Your loving son Reginald